Chapter One
My mother, Elizabeth and I were preparing dinner for my dad, John, and my two older brothers, Colt and Hunter. My mom was standing in front of the counter, in plain view of anyone passing by the window, seasoning the steak. Whereas I was underneath the counter, completely out of the windows view, passing her the spices, alphabetically of course.
When it was time to eat, everyone gathered around the table, waiting to taste the absolute wonders of the steak me and my mother prepared. Well, everyone but me. I ate in my room. I always ate here, that way none of the Hidden will spot me and kill me. In my room the wonderful meals always seemed like nothing, they were bites of air, completely untasteful. I never truly tasted my mothers award winning food.
As I walked into my room, (right foot always goes throught the entrance first) I noticed that a book had fallen off my bookshelf and onto the floor. I picked it up and put it back right in between my Shakespear and my fantasy books. I then sat down on my bed. The feel of the soft wool that my mother used to knit the quilt made me want to fall into a trance and never wake up. I was exausted from today's work in the field.
Even though everytime I go outside I risk being spotted by one of the Hidden, I feel so free. It's like I'm in another world, another world were I won't risk my life just by stepping out my front door. A world were I am encased with fields and fields of wheat stalks that, even though they are only up to my waist, feel like they can reach the sky. I only wish that I could climb up to the sky with them. But dreams are only real when you are sleeping. I was very much awake.
